[That makes him laugh, a surprised and genuine laugh that makes his nose crinkle up at the end.]

You see? I told you they were better, and you were gonna ask some poor guy on a date with box pancakes. Call yourself an artist, Teach, but you forget that cooking is an art too.

[He reaches out and snags a forkful for himself, munching contentedly.]

This isn't the date, you know? I'm not dressed up for it or anything.